By Cabdi Muqtaar

It is promises so good
By raising the mood
Victory is the thing
That triggers the being
To a sky high flair
To him it seems fair
To take others share
By might of the gamble
Which promises so ample
But then there’s the fumble
As it ain’t all shambles

If the foe comes the top
And you happen to flop
Sorrows comes a toll
And haunts you the soul
Yeah ,it truly does hurt
As it touches the heart
But then it’s the might
The heat of the fight
Which causes the loss
By the dictates of the toss

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